BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
chapter 20

"It feels painful, Andra went to Kalimantan was not alone. But, shouldn't it be like that because Andra is now someone else. Yes, someone else who is still in my heart. My footstep up to this office was a form of offense, asking Andra to forget me in fact I came to this place," Inner Femila was raging.

"Andra was gone a week ago" said Uncle Fery, waiting for Femila to speak.

"Didn't he tell you?" continued.

Femila shook her head.

"In his heart there is still you. That's what I saw" Fery's uncle later said.

"We're not together, maybe it's better to be far apart like this" said Femila.

"I know because it was Andra to Kalimantan. But in your heart there is still love."

"We tried to forget each other."

"Did it fail? Proof you're looking for Andra at the office."

Femila. His intention was just to stare at Andra from outside the office. Femila knew exactly Andra was a very punctual person. At eight o'clock in the morning he must have arrived at the office. However, half an hour before eight and half an hour after eight, he did not come. Finally, Femila ventured to step onto the reception desk.

"Your silence means yes" Fery's uncle continued.

"Please don't tell Andra that I came here" said Femila.

"I'm sorry to go home" said Femila, taking the crutches next to the chair and getting up from her seat.

"There's a condition" Uncle Fery leaned closer to Femila.

"What?" Femila was doubtful.

"I take you home" said Uncle Fery, his hand allowing Femila to walk first. Femila also stepped on the path to accept these conditions.

"Do I need help?" bargaining uncle Fery so open the door of his car saw Femila look difficult to sit in the seat with 2 crutches still held.

Femila handed her two crutches to Fery's uncle.

Uncle Fery opened the rear car door putting crutches then stepped into the steering seat.

"Why stare at me like that Om?" femila protest felt uncomfortable at the intense gaze by uncle Fery.

Femila is more familiar with the call om than uncle. So since introduced by Andra, Femila used to call uncle Fery with the name om Fery.

Uncle Fery smiled hearing the protest from Femila's mouth.

"We're both single it doesn't matter if I look at you?"

"I'm the creep Om," said Femila.

Uncle Fery smiled faintly at Femila's expression. Still confirming his seat belt then drove his car.

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Ustad Mirza smiled and answered the greetings of the two women before him.

"Lunch is crowded," Hana exclaimed by putting a plastic package on the table.

"Don't bother Han."

"No one bothered ustadz, after I graduated I could no longer feed lunch," Hana then opened the plastic and began arranging for lunch.

"I don't have anything to do but eat, sleep, play on my phone" Hana laughed.

"It's a special meal loh ustadz" Aliyah said.

"Special use eggs," continued Habibi who had opened the package of food.

"Sambal cow's eye eggs" said Aliyah, emphasizing the word cow glanced at Habibi.

"Why's mommy doing that?" sindir Habibi glanced back at Aliyah.

Laughter broke out, only Aliyah who was singing her lips felt cornered.

"Abibi on the opponent!" habibi said with a pat on his chest.

"Yes believe, believe," said Hana.

"Hana," call ustadz Mirza.

"Yes, ustadz."

"If you come to your graduation, let's stay at my house."

"Let me tell Abah."

"Gus Umar is coming too, right?"

"O..," nodded Hana's statement.

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After the magrib, Silla invited Femila to the sea food restaurant she had been to.

"This weekend I can't talk to you. I changed today."

"Not changing is okay either."

"While should. I don't want my best friend to stay at home. What is it, your mind must be fresh. Stay cheerful, healthy, and look beautiful, "

"Yes, that's a real treat." Femila developed a smile.

They seemed to be touching their cell phones.

"I heard that Ustadz Mirza wanted to propose to Hana." Inadvertently Femila heard the conversation of some 20-something girl who was walking beside where Femila was sitting.

"Duh the Hana was very lucky to get Ustadz Mirza who looked like it melted," praised one of those who had sat next to the saung that Femila was sitting in.

Femila returned to play her phone was shocked to hear the name of Ustadz Mirza.

"Yes Allah ustadz Mirza Zayn Ahmad.why not propose to me anyway." Greget was his other friend.

Femila's hand stopped playing the cell phone once she heard the full name of someone who was the subject of a group of girls beside her saute. A shocked expression was also seen from the look of Silla who immediately landed a question to Femila. "As you've heard that name, right, Fem?"

Femila simply replied with a wry smile. But Silla is increasingly curious about the conversation of a group of girls who may be students at the university that Mirza teaches. Until finished eating news about ustadz Mirza still sayup in the hear of Femila and Silla.

"Why do you forbid me to shut their mouths Fem," Silla annoyed as Femila pulled Silla's hand strongly so as not to crash into the next sack.

Femila put up her seat belt. "That's just their word, why do we respond."

Silla's plugging gas. "She's been talking about saying you're asking for a change of money that big!" silla grumbled in an annoyed tone.

Femila. He admitted that he also felt angry to hear the girls beside his saung talk about the accident case that befell the Mirza ustadz with him and said that he asked for compensation with a high nominal. But the anger he endured because he did not want to add to the problems that he should not be concerned with people who are not important.

"I won't ask for Ustadz material. Wait I'll ask for things you never expected," Inner Femila.

Next day. At exactly 10:30 Femila was already sitting in the living room. His view circulated to the corners of the room that nuanced Islamic. There are several large and small calligraphy on the paste in such a way that the padu padan on display on the wall. A small cabinet filled with several trophies, medals, and photos with a small frame adds to the beautiful impression on display near the guest chair.

"Based on cocky!" aspat Femila saw the nicks of the cup and medal which of course belonged to the host.

"Mom, wait a minute. Nanggung ustadz had not finished his prayer," Habibi's pinta shocked Femila.

"Assalamualaik."

"Waalaikum salam. Deck Hana, please sit." replied Habibi surprised by the arrival of Hana then let him sit.

Hana nodded her head while giving a smile to Femila as a sign of greeting.

Femila looked indifferent just glanced towards Hana without returning Hana's greeting. "This is what Hana's called? Beautiful too," Inner Femila monologued.

"Who is he? Lt does?? Yes, maybe she is, "Hana's inner self guesses about Femila.

"Assynolajet. Hannah, Femila." Shocked to mention the two names of women in front of him, the article Habibi only said there were guests did not mention names.

"Waalaikum salam."Answer Hana and Femila.

"May I have a four-eye talk with ustadz Mirza?" Femila directed her speech to Hana.

"Oh, yeah, please."

"Take Hana to Bi's study." Pinta ustadz Mirza's.

"Thank you ustadz, I said it right away. Coincidentally there's a need to go to college, another time stop by here."

"Is it really okay?" ustadz Mirza.

Hana nodded. "Assalamualaik."

"Waalaikum salam..be careful on the road," said Ustadz Mirza.

Habibi takes Hana out.

Ustadz Mirza stared at Femila. "How are you?" tanya ustadz was a bit doubtful.

"Badly," short Femila.

"Hopefully, soon to improve." lontar ustadz Mirza. "Can I help you?"

"Married me." The request slid from Femila's mouth without further ado.